I’m at JFK airport. Been here many, many times before coming to and from Israel and Sweden. I always remember my firsts time coming here. I was 9 years old and was with dad and Fatima. Mom had left and Dad was snatching us away to his village. Darat al Ayam. That was 1972 – October – 46 years ago. Half a century. I’m still OK looking. I still have my health pretty much. Thank God. Going to see dad who is very weak.
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